Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Finland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pet Shop Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Sonic Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Gichy Dan,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed,
Main Source,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Bananas,
Freddie Wadling,
The Star Department,
Minny Pops,
Unrelated Segments,
Prince Buster,
Slave,
Brass Construction,
Curtis Mayfield,
New York Dolls,
The Durutti Column,
Liliput,
Chris Corsano,
The Pop Group,
The Birthday Party,
Peter and Kerry,
The Wake,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hot Snakes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Groovy Waters,
Charles Mingus,
Goldenarms,
the Slits,
Minor Threat,
Eric Dolphy,
The New Christs,
Half Japanese,
Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Section 25,
Sällskapet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mojo Men,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Flipper,
Thee Headcoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalann,
Con Funk Shun,
The Associates,
Joensuu 1685,
Vainqueur,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.